Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.~Henry James
I came out onto the screen porch several hours ago to do some work. But there's a breeze from the SouthWest that keeps making love to the leaves -- and their lovemaking makes the shadows on the lawn dance. There are cardinals and bluejays and mourning doves and mocking birds and sparrows and squirrels at the feeder and dappled shade in the woodland garden and -- well, I have done none of the briefing that I meant to do today. But I have done something else that I do -- that we all do -- far too seldom. I have been really present in my body; I have appreciated; I have replenished the almost-empty cistern of my soul. I've gotten better acquainted with this bit of land, the spirits of this place, Summer.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."